Chapter 35 Ambiguous

Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit trotted over. Apparently, the middle-aged man knew Fang Ark.

"Hello, Mr. Fang, I am the person in charge of this exhibition, Zhang Qiang." Zhang Qiang took the initiative to extend his hand to Fang Ark.

"Hello, I want to ask if this painting is an authentic work or a high-quality imitation?" Fang Zhou pointed to the winter plum in front of him. On the painting, there was only one cold plum that fell alone on the painting paper, giving people a lonely and arrogant artistic conception.

"The original." Zhang Qiang answered without thinking, "This winter plum is the representative work of Master Yan of the Tang Dynasty. It has been passed down to this day. We have obtained the official appraisal results before we show it. It is indeed the original. If Mr. Fang is interested, there will be a charitable auction about this painting later."

"The original?" Fang Ark frowned tightly.

At this moment, a crisp sound rang behind the ark.

"Mr. Fang."

Fang Ark followed the sound, "Mr. Lin, such a coincidence, are you here to see the art exhibition?"

When Fang Ark was speaking, he took a special look at Lin Qinghan’s professional suit.

"Come and talk about cooperation with President Fang." Lin Qinghan stood in front of Fang Ark and said directly.

Fang Zhou chuckled and said, "Mr. Lin, it's logical that I don't talk about work at this time, but because your grandfather is kind to me, I'll make an exception. To be honest, the cooperation plan given by your Lin family is not the best among everyone. You should understand that I am a businessman and it depends on interests, not feelings. Unless you can come up with a better cooperation plan, otherwise, I think we will have to cooperate next time."

Lin Qinghan frowned, "Mr. Fang, I believe you know the situation of our Lin family. Although this plan cannot bring you the greatest profit in the short term, in the long run..."

"Stop." Fang Ark gestured, "Mr. Lin, you know, I do venture capital, and everything is short-term investment, and I never look at long-term interests."

"Mr. Fang, I..." Lin Qinghan wanted to say something, but she felt someone pulling her behind her. When she looked back, she saw that it was her best friend Milan. Beside Milan, Zhang Xuan ran over at some point.

"Mr. Fang, let's talk later." Lin Qinghan hurriedly greeted Fang Zhou, then walked to Zhang Xuan and whispered, "Why are you here?"

"I called him here, I said Qinghan, you know that Ark likes Chinese painting, and your husband specializes in this area, why don't you agree with his preference?" Milan looked blameless.

"Me!" Lin Qinghan wanted to speak but stopped. She looked at Zhang Xuan and then looked at Milan. She didn't know how to explain, so she couldn't tell Milan the truth.

"Okay, I think, let Zhang Xuan negotiate with Fang Ark first. If he can chat with Fang Ark, you can understand it with emotion and make sense." Milan advised.

Lin Qinghan subconsciously looked at Zhang Xuan, but saw that Zhang Xuan had already walked towards Fang Ark. Lin Qinghan sighed. She knew whether Zhang Xuan knew painting or not. What's the use of him?

Zhang Xuan walked to Fang Ark, narrowed his eyes and looked at the painting in front of him, "The winter plum of Master Yan of the Tang Dynasty? The ink color is a bit light."

"Do you know how to draw?" Fang Zhou heard Zhang Xuan's voice and took a look at it unexpectedly. At this exhibition, many famous paintings did not indicate the source. Those who could see the source of the painting were all people who knew how to draw.

"Of course I understand, haha!" A loud laugh rang out, but it was not from Zhang Xuan, but from another person.

Song Tao walked over with big strides and said aloud as he walked: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Zhang Xuan and Zhang are Mr. Lin's husband, and are also an artist, specializing in Chinese painting. I think you two should have a lot of common language."

After Song Tao finished speaking, a faint smile flashed in his eyes. Artist? He can really brag. If Mr. Wang hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that this was a son-in-law who came to the door for money!

"Oh?" Fang Zhou looked at Zhang Xuan with interest, and admired him in his eyes, because there are fewer and fewer people who are still passionate about Chinese painting. "Mr. Zhang, are you a Chinese painting?"

"Understand more." Zhang Xuan smiled and nodded.

"Since that's the case, Mr. Zhang, can you tell that this painting is the original work of Master Yan?" Fang Zhou pointed to the winter plum blossom in front of him and asked.

Zhang Xuan glanced at the painting in front of him for a few glances, and then said, "Mr. Fang, what answer do you want? Do you want to hear it is true or false? Hahaha!"

Zhang Xuan laughed loudly, turned around and left, leaving behind such an ambiguous answer.

Lin Qinghan looked at Zhang Xuan's performance and shook her head helplessly, without blaming Zhang Xuan. Chinese painting is profound and profound, unlike those of Western food etiquette. She only needs simple training to understand a little bit. This requires years of experience and rich knowledge.

Milan was also shocked. What's going on? Doesn't he understand? It shouldn't be!

During this period, Milan has been thinking about how to expose Zhang Xuan, a liar. But today, she hopes that this liar can understand more and chat with Mr. Fang, because Milan knows how big the crisis Lin Singhan’s company is facing now, with internal troubles and external troubles.

Fang Ao frowned, looked at Zhang Xuan's back as he left, and said nothing.

"Mr. Fang, it seems that Mr. Zhang Xuan is just a name. How can I say that Lin Qinghan is too commercial, and it is normal for some things to be fictionalized. For example, she told me that her husband is a Chinese painting." Song Tao came to Fang Ark, "Mr. Fang, introduce yourself. I, Song Tao, is entrusted by someone to let Mr. Fang see the true faces of some people and not be confused by the descendants of any benefactor."

In the lounge of the exhibition, Zhang Xuan sat at a small round table holding a glass of iced Coke.

Milan and Sylvia Lin sat opposite him respectively.

"Zhang Xuan, aren't you a Chinese painting? Do you understand it? Is that original work just now?" Milan looked at Zhang Xuan and was in a mood to drink Coke here, so anxious.

However, Lin Qinghan seemed very calm because she knew very clearly that Zhang Xuan did not understand Chinese painting. If her plan was not favored by Ark, then this cooperation would be impossible.

"Himmer"

After a big mouthful of ice-cold Coke, Zhang Xuan said: "How can I say that painting, it is an authentic work, not an authentic work."

"What does it mean?" Milan was confused.

"You can't understand even if you say it." Zhang Xuan picked up the Coke and took a big sip. Seeing Milan getting anxious again, he hurriedly said, "By the way, there is a charity auction, right? Let's go and have a look."
Chapter completed!